Chapter 753 South Hongmen, Situ Sheng
- Silence. The room went dead still—you could hear a pin drop.
- Staring at Yulian lounging in his seat, cool as you please, sipping tea, Tigris felt a tsunami crash through his chest.
- What kind of terrifying strength does it take to ignore blades, twist his refined-steel machete into a corkscrew with bare hands?